A ghost image of things to come?

My dreams have becoming more and vivid. I wake up and wonder why I am no longer doing what I was doing earlier. I am also day dreaming more and more, the ghost images linger more and more everyday. I wanted to comprehend what my mind is telling me. The lyrics of songs induce the memories that had been playing in my head hours before in what is only the a gap between the conscious mind and the subconcious mind. There is a message there that I wish I could comprehend, but I am unable to to do such thigns because regardless of what I try to remeber the memories are always so damn vivid. I need a dream that will last through its entirity.

The world is so alive but at the same time it is so full of lies. How much can we stomach in the process of identifying these lies. How much crap can the people of the world take? I am now using my name in a uncaptilized aspect.


The image i had:

Im standing in a forest, in the dusk or twilight. There is a huge window of unbreakable glass between me and someone. I knwo this person, and know that I had or have feelings for this person. I can speak to them through the muffled glass, and ask to myself what the fuck is going on, there is something going on and I want to know. She knows something but can not say anything to me. I am dying. I am punching the glass in terror, the terror is not from the fear of dying but from a fear of not being a ble to hear what the other person is trying to say. It hurts, I punch and I punch until I bleed, the bleeding wont stop. I am sad, then I fade away.

The forest is dark in the dusk, the last light filtering through the groves of trees; filtering through the mist that has formed. A dirty-gloom filled light has made it to to a clearing the woods. Within this clearing there is a dark grainy image of two people. One is a male the other is a female. The male is distinctively darker and and somewhat larger than the female. They are attempting to communicate but something seperates them.
This clearing has a glass window dividing the two people from each other. The light manages to reach both sides through the glass. As if the light can carry their messages to the other. The male moves closer to the glass and begins to move eratically screaming in terror. The trepidation is clear in his actions. He calms for a second and presses his face to the glass. The female comes close and utters some words that are barely audible. As the last sentence is released from her vocal chords. The male returns to his frenzied movements, with the inhibitions removed by whatever she said, she smiles and begins to fade from sight, as if the forest has taken her from him. The ferocity in his eyes grows, his humanity is gone and the only thing that is left is the urge to destroy the glass. Punching the glass until he is bloodied, the glass is stained by the red and clear fluid. With the gloom of the light removed darkness consumes him. He is forgotten to the world.